Coffee: India Extra Bold Roast, Cafe Crema
I fished this DVD out of our dry creekbed, ‘8 count abs.’ I threw it in the trash because a fish with a six-pack just ain’t right.
The things we throw away… I’ve wasted lots of things. Some of it was junk, some precious. I’ve got this vivid memory of a high school romance who used to fall asleep on my leg. The show would end, sun came down, she’d still be sleeping and I’d get so antsy – like, if I didn’t move, I’d be watching roots grow out of me – that I’d squirm until she woke up. What a simple moment. The older I get, the more I miss the clean, simple moments.
I met a guy today I’ve heard bad stories about. They call him rough, loud, arrogant, mean, difficult. He was all those things but I think he was mostly trying hard to make up for something. He drove a brand new Acura and was trying to buy a house. He told me his parents had only ever rented.
I had a list of discounts when I got hired that I could opt in to. One was a sizeable credit off my insurance if I declared I wouldn’t be smoking. I didn’t check the box. I’ve only smoked four things in my life, all one-dollar cigarillos, and haven’t had one since winter. I don’t have any plans to smoke again. Still, checking away the freedom to burn something up inside me wasn’t worth the money. I need my lungs to remember what it’s like to tingle.
That last time I smoked, I’d just broken the handle off my favorite blue mug. We sat in the cold, arms on legs on arms, passing the cigarillo, dipping pink ash into the empty, broken blue.
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in the morning.” – Charles Bukowski, from when you wait for the dawn to crawl through the screen like a burglar to take your life away
1 thought on “Coffee Log, Day 149”
On Fri, Jul 20, 2018 at 7:37 PM, Livesay Writing wrote:
> garethlivesay posted: “Hi. Coffee: India Extra Bold Roast, Cafe Crema I > fished this DVD out of our dry creekbed, ‘8 count abs.’ I threw it in the > trash because a fish with a six-pack just ain’t right. The things we throw > away… I’ve wasted lots of things. Some of it was jun” >